Doomsday Sanctuary

Nishinomiya Shu and the others watched as more than a thousand handyman disciples were lining up to enter the gate of the mountain with excitement. For a while, they didn't dare to accept it. Di Ping actually recruited these old, weak, sick and disabled.

A group of people looked at each other, but then suddenly burst into laughter. The group of people leaned forward and closed with laughter, tears almost bursting out of their eyes.

"Old Man Peak, our Heavenly Sword Sect will have good welfare in the future, and there will be a place for the elderly!"

Nishinomiya said with a belly laugh.

"This is not a good thing! It shows that Qingyunfeng is affectionate and righteous, and bears the burden for the Heavenly Sword Sect. What a great spirit this is!"

Hirano also laughed with Hong Sheng.

Leonard laughed:

"The Peak Master Qingyunfeng is really a role model for my Heavenly Sword Sect. We are ashamed, but we can't be idle. We can help Qingyunfeng do good deeds and send all the old handymen in the peak!"

Nishinomiya suddenly smiled upon hearing this:

"Yes, yes, yes, we have to help Qingyunfeng, for such a noble thing, it is too unreasonable for us not to help!"

Kamiya smiled and said:

"Go, let's go back and arrange people, let us be noble too!"

"Go with it! Go with it!"

Suddenly countless people responded, and then these people laughed and left, preparing to send all the peaks, the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Doesn't Qingyunfeng want it? Then fulfill him, and see how many people he can support.

Bai Lun calmly watched the group of Xi Gongshu flying away without making a sound, but the fists in his sleeves were clenched. These people are really hateful. If he has the strength, he has to teach them a lesson, but he beats them. But these people.

Everyone present saw this scene, but many people who were preparing to line up to enter Qingyun Peak slowly retreated.

If you really send all the old, weak, sick and disabled in the Heavenly Sword Sect, it will be too much. By then, Qingyunfeng will really become a nursing home for the elderly. With more people, there will still be a chance. It may not be as good as the previous Fengmai. The number of people in the room was reduced by a fraction.

However, there are still people who insist on entering Qingyunfeng, no matter what, they have to gamble, maybe succeed, maybe fail, but it is better than the previous chance.

On the Lianhua Peak, Feng Qingxue and Ziwei stood on the top of the peak, looking far away at Qingyun Peak, how could everything in front of the mountain gate be hidden from her spiritual thoughts.

Ziwei said in a puzzled way:

"Di...what is Shishu, why do you suddenly hire handymen, even so many old people!"

Feng Qingxue shook his head and said:

"I can't see it, he is unruly and unruly, you don't know what his real intention is, but I think he should have deep meaning!"

Ziwei said:

"Deep meaning! These old, weak, sick, and disabled him are completely useless in the past, but they are a burden. Now Qingyunfeng has no income. How can he support these people, really can't figure out?"

Feng Qingxue retracted her gaze from Qingyun Peak and slowly said:

"Let's take a look! It will always come to light at that time!"

Ziwei shook her head and threw out the messy thoughts in her mind. She looked at Feng Qingxue and said:

"Master, there are many people from Lianhua Peak, do you want to stop it!"

Wind and Snow Road:

"Don't stop it, don't worry about it, the movement of handyman disciples is originally the rules of the sect, and I also want to see what he is going to do!"

Ziwei was a little helpless, but still nodded and said:

"It's Master, I understand!"

At this time, all peaks also learned the news, some were puzzled, and some sneered.

Four hundred people were recruited on the first day, more than 1,000 people on the second day, more than 3,000 people on the third day, and 7,000 people on the fourth day. It seemed that various hands were operating, and a large number of handyman disciples poured into Qingyun Peak. In just four days, tens of thousands of people have been recruited, but this is still a steady flow. According to this growth rate, I am afraid that it is possible to exceed 100,000.

Bai Lun, Fei Qing and others have just recovered some vitality, but now they have more white hair, and their mouths are full of blisters. Qingyunfeng hasn't been so lively for a long time, but the problem is that they want to cry without tears, and there are too many people. , It’s not that it’s impossible to make arrangements, but the question is how to raise it, that is, one spiritual crystal per person per month is also a hundred thousand spiritual crystals.

Nishinomiya and others are busy, and their team has expanded. With the acquiescence of the peaks, these people have shown the means of business, not only for benefits, but also threats and tricks to bring the Heavenly Sword Sect to each peak. The old and the weak are almost finished.

Not ten days, on the ninth day, the number of handyman disciples on Qingyun Peak has exceeded one hundred thousand, and the number has almost doubled in the back. Nishinomiya and others understand that this is a big shot, otherwise they will get so many people on it. Come.

When Di Ping walked out of the retreat hall, he suddenly felt something wrong. He felt that there was a lot of strange aura on the peak. He swept away his consciousness, and was taken aback for a while, and then he understood what was going on.

There was a sneer on his face, and when the time came, these people would be fine without crying.

"Peak Master, you can leave the customs, and the old slave is on an errand!"

Bai Lun hurried over and saw Di Ping's eyes flushed, tears were about to flow out, and his face was full of regret, while Fei Qing and others followed behind, looking frustrated and helpless.

Di Ping smiled slightly:

"Yes, your errands are very good, I am very satisfied!"

"what!"

Bai Lun suddenly exclaimed and looked at each other. They didn't understand what Di Ping meant, could it be an irony.

"Peak Master!"

Bai Lun almost knelt down when his legs were soft.

Di Ping smiled faintly, and threw a storage bag to Bai Lun, saying:

"This is ten million spirit crystals. You hold them as Qingyunfeng's daily funding. You have arranged these handymen disciples for me. Each hall will be filled with manpower. Also, the peak veins we have recovered are not there. Spirit Field, Spirit Beast Garden! Send all these people over and run all these places!"

Bai Lun held the storage bag in both hands and felt heavier. He looked excited and said:

"Yes, yes, peak master, the old slave understands, we will make arrangements right away!"

Bai Lun, whose waist had been bent again, straightened up again, his footsteps were flying, and he went down to arrange.

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